truth about hunting • supernatural

Chapter 5: Being sober sucks

Out of all the motels in town they chose the most dodgiest one. The lights flickered, cobwebs were everywhere, and the finishing touch, a flower patterned wallpaper, well what's left of it.

"This is... nice." I pulled an ansure smile.

"It's the cheapest one in town." Dean swinged their duffle bag onto one of the beds.

"The case file is on the table. I'm gonna take a shower. And make yourself at home." Sam didn't give any eye contact and entered the bathroom. Few seconds later, I heard the water hitting the tiles.

I took my coat off and hanged it on the chair. I took a seat near the table and pulled the case file closer. I placed my bag on the floor next to my chair.

Okay, It's okay. I'm just going to break the law by taking a look inside government case file, unauthorised. No big deal. I will just go to jail. I will finally become badass. No I can't.

I stared at the file, debating whether or not to look inside. I already got this far in this whole hunting thing and I don't think helping the Winchesters without breaking the law is possible. They break half the law in just one hunt.

"What are you waiting for?" Dean took out two beers from the mini-fridge and placed one on the table. I stared at the bottle, then at Dean who's already taking a swig of the beverage. Is this beer for me? I looked back at the beer then at Dean. He nods as if he knows what I'm thinking.

I wrapped my fingers around the bottle and hesitated for a second, but I finally took a sip. It had been a while since I last drank beer. It almost felt like this was my first sip. The bitterness of the beer warmed me up from the inside to out.

Maybe it was the beer, or maybe my badasserly, but I opened the case file and briefly read through the report.

My brief summary: people are dying, but not a plain old death. The method of death was all different. Some burned, electrified, fell, heart attack and others choked on their own tongue. The only thing linking these bodies were their life changing experience that happened to them a week before their deaths.

"I'm guessing in all of these scenes you found sulfur?"

"Yep. All over." Dean cracked a smile. "We think it's the crossroads not playing fare."

"Wait, so the crossroad demons are taking souls before their due date? But I thought they couldn't do that and that's why it works out." I tilted my head slightly to the right.

"We think the contractor has a companion who does its dirty work."

"Gotta find the next victim of the kill list then. Hopefully the media has their radar on." I pointed towards the laptop that was placed near by for the approval of use. He gave me a nod so I lifted the screen to my eye level.

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"There are 3 phenomena that happened in this town in a week's time. A guy won a lottery, a girl's cancer was cured, and a man grew his right leg back."

"We can pay a visit tomorrow."

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A bottle and a half of beer later, I was pretty drunk. Probably because I hadn't eaten that much before so the alcohol started to kick in earlier than normal. Or I was just not used to it, yet.

I walked, stumbled, over to Dean who sat on his claimed bed and drinking his second bottle. I squished his face with both hands, still had the bottle in my right hand.

"Heyyy. You know that your face is pwetty. Like really, really pretty. So pretty that I want to slappidy-slap-slap it." I tried to actually slap his face but he grabbed my wrist. I tugged at my arm to come free from his grip. When he let go I stumbled backwards and bumped into something. Something tall and... wet?

It was Sam.

He just got out of the shower and he was only wearing his pants.

Yeah, I know.

He grabbed both my shoulders to steady me.

"Are you okay?" Sam looked down from behind, with water dripping down his hair.

"Woah! Sammy, Sam, Samual. Your abs, abdominal muscles. You have so many." I ran my fingers on his stomach to feel the firm body.

"Hey, ahh, stop." He stepped back holding my arms. "What did you do to her Dean?" He straight away blamed Dean.

"I just gave her beer." Dean shrugged.

"A-and your hair. So smooth and silky... can I brade it?" I reached for his hair but his grip on my arms restricted my actions.

"I'm gonna go put my shirt on." Sam sat me down onto the bed next to Dean's and loosened the grip and finally let go.

I let myself collapse onto the bed and looked up at the ceiling.

"Hey Dean."

"What?"

"Darcey is a dick."

"Who the hell is Darcy?"

"I wanna chop all his loose bits, one by one and make him eat it."

"Getting a bit Hannibal here, are we."

My eyes started tearing up, and reached the maximum capacity of liquid it can hold. Then all of a sudden, a wave of constant crying hit.

"Fuck you Darcy!" I started ugly moaning. I felt my mascara running but I was too drunk to care.

"You son of a bitch!" I shoved my face into a pillow near by, smudging the mascara on its white surface.

"Do I get a say in whether I have to listen or not?" Dean raised his eyebrows.

"No! Just shut up and listen!" I released the pillow and sat up.

"Few weeks after we broke up, he called me. We met up, had a little drink, and we frickle frackled." I made a weird hand gesture, linking and twisting my fingers together.

"Wait, so you had sex with your ex!"

"Just shut up!

Anyway that repeated. Every week we met up, had a little drink, and... yeah. But turns out, he was meeting other sluts! No, maybe they might've be nice people, sorry. Anyway, I occused him for being a dick. Like continuous swearing. And you know what he said: why are you mad, I was just sleeping with you. No emotional connections." I shoved my face into the pillow again and screamed.

"Okay, Darcy is a dick, got it." Dean pats my back. "But you let him, so half of it was your-"

"I know I was stupid and reckless and not had my head straight. But he still deserves to rot in hell!"

"Yes, he deserves to rot in hell." He attempted to confort.

"I'm too sober to be part of this." I didn't realise that Sam walked in.

I kept crying and crying. Not even tried to hold those tears back.

"Give me more of the alcohol!" I lifted the empty bottle up to Sam.

"I'm not your slave." He refused.

"Just give her another bottle." Dean.

Sam roled his eyes and took two bottles of beer from the mini-fridge. He opened both of them and hands one to me. I take a huge gulp.

"Fuck you Darcy! Not literally, well I already did but no more!" I shouted.

"Okay, maybe you should go to sleep." Sam.

I struggled to pull out my phone from one of my pockets on my jeans. It was still... f... 4 pm. My vision was blurred so it took me a while to read the time.

I grunt and fell onto the bed throwing my arms up and my phone next to me. My eyelids got heavier as time went bye, forcing them to close. I still heard the brothers having a conversation but sleep took over and the last of my consciousness picked up someone releasing the half empty beer bottle from my hand.

That happened. A lot of dialogue, like a lot. And I will fix the tenses in the past chapters, they were messed up. okay, well, hope you liked it and vote and comment if you liked it, that will mean a lot to me.

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